Don’t sit at the pier.

Just trust me. Yeah, it’s safe. But it’s haunted. And if you don’t believe in ghosts, that’s fine. But if you believe in love, that’s where they get you.

They have skin as pale as moonlight. Their hair ripples in glossy black waves. Their eyes are milky pearls, their lips blue and cold against yours, until they start warming and you feel their breath in your throat.

But by the time you realize it’s your breath that they are sucking out of you, you’re already off the pier and into the icy embrace of the lake.